The evening was eerily dark. It was 10:15 at night, and a black hole of storm clouds overhead seemed to drain any light that would attempt to pierce through its hold. It had been raining in torrents for the last three days, and Samantha was dreading the mountain drive to the nursing home where she worked the overnight shift. Backing out of her driveway in her silver Dodge Stratus, Samantha grumbled a half prayer to herself.

"Lord, I don't think I can take another moment of this dreary weather." Samatha put the car into drive and placed her wipers on maximum power. The sound of the wipers did little to drown out the pounding of the drops that permeated the night.

Samantha drove through the winding mountain road. The trees and the slopes on either side of the road formed a prison that added to Sam's anxiety this evening, as her mood spiraled downward with every curve she went around. She knew the hazards of this narrow road. Little crosses scattered here and there along her drive served as a constant reminder of its perils. Sam turned on the radio to her favorite easy listening station. Static.

Hitting the wheel with her hands and grimacing, Samantha began flipping through channels. A heavy metal band screamed about pain giving pleasure. The next, two men were laughing at a crass joke that had just been told on the air. Samantha flipped one more channel and heard very briefly "I am with you always...." before she shut the radio off.

Sam let out a sigh. In the silence, she began to think about the patients who greeted her in the evenings. Mae Bledsoe, a 92 year old lady that was a picture of every child's grandmother. She waited up on the days Sam was working, just to give a smile and remind Sam that God was with her always. Her stories of God's miracles in her 92 years always sounded over the top and too good to be true, but Sam politely listened and smiled with every one of them, since Mae had a knack for helping her see through every dark time.

Lost in thought, Sam almost missed the tiny reflection of light that glimmered in front of her. She slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop. Right in the middle of the road, a handsome 6 point buck stood, stunned eyes glimmering in the light. "Oh please move!!" Sam cried. She laid on her horn. The buck continued to stare at her, like a statue.

Suddenly, her car shook. Sam looked up. Beyond the buck that turned its head toward the noise, a mud slide was beginning to flow down the mountain. Rocks and debris bounced across the road, pulling a tree with it. Sam gasped for breath. The only thing that stood between her and certain death was the De........ She looked. Gone. There was nothing there but a space where the Deer had once stood and a mountain of debris.

Sam breathed a prayer of thanks. She regained a peace that she had fought off all night. A calm filled her and her eyes lit up. She would have a story to tell Mae this time!

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